The Languishing Lass:
Or, The Dying Words of a Forsaken Damosel.
To the Tune of, I am so Sick of Love.
Licensed according to Order.
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I Walking to take the Air,
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one Evening near a Grove,
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There did I hear a Damsel fair,
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lamenting for her true Love.
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2.
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Alas! I do languish here,
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and have not the least relief,
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My Love-sick fainting heart I fear,
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will certainly break with grief.
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3.
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My Phaon is fled, I fear,
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and will not return again,
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My drooping Spirits now to chear,
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true Love s a tormenting pain.
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4.
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The Vows which he often made
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unto the Powers above,
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At length my innocent heart betray'd,
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so that I did yield to Love.
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5.
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I never in Shades did meet
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this flattering Swain of mine,
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But he woudl oftentimes repeat,
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his Kisses with words Divine.
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Young Phaon wou'd sighing cry,
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the passion he did endure.
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That none but I, and only I,
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was able to Kill or Cure.
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I pitty'd his wretched State,
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and did to his Charms agree,
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But I repent it now too late,
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no Lover so false as he.
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8.
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How often did he reply,
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Love, do not your Swain destroy,
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And then he'd vow that none but I
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could ever his heart enjoy.
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9.
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Although I his words believ'd,
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he prov'd but a meer Trappan,
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I find, alas! I am deceiv'd,
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no Creature more false than man.
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10.
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I never was Fond, she said,
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to any young Swain before,
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His Solemn Vows my heart betray'd,
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and so it has many more.
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11.
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Such languishing pains I feel,
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which will be my overthrow,
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I am not able to reveal
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what I sorrow I undergo.
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12.
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In passionate Flames I burn,
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there's nothing my heart can raise,
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To my young Lambs I'll ne'r return,
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but here I will end my days.
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13.
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My passion I cannot hide,
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nor sorrowful sighs refrain,
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I'de rather dye than live, she said,
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true Love's a tormenting pain.
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14.
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A Letter I'll write with speed,
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and lay it here by my side,
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Should he return he then may Read,
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'twas for your sake she Dy'd.
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